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He, who did live and used to reason,

Can not avoid despise to men,

He, who did feel, he is imprisoned

By phantoms of the vanished day:

He is away from fascinations.

This one is gnawed by recollections,

That – by repentance occupied,

And that is why we often find

A special charm in conversations.

At first, Onegin’s language was

Annoying to me, later caused

Respect to his exaggerations,

Jokes impregnated with the bile

And biting epigrams’ harsh style.